Novel & Cerita Ost Uncontrollably Fond Only You

“My feelings t⁠owards her‌ have bee⁠n m‍ore intense​, a passi‌on I’v‍e ne​ver felt before. It's like I’m losing my self control around her.⁠” She n‍odded slowly,‌ making more notes. “That‌ fi​t​s. The⁠ bond may be anchoring you,⁠ keepi​ng the curse’s vol‍atili‍ty in check. But we need to m​onitor it c‌losel‍y.”‌

My jaw muscle tightened For a moment you didn't respond. We stood in silence for some time and it was like the entire room was holding his breath. Then , carefully, I said, “ That's the bond.” Jessica frowned. “ Is it supposed to be intense like this?” mY eyes met hers fully “ Yes and it only gets worse if it is not controlled by me.” The word should have sounded possessive or frightened but she wasn't at all. “ Then stop controlling it for a second,” she whispered. I inhaled deeply and beginning to lose control

Pretending everything was still under control. Even though I knew— Control was slipping. Slowly. And I wasn’t sure I wanted to grab it back.

“They don’t understand what grows in silence.” “No,” he agreed. “They don’t understand restraint.” My wristband flickered again, brighter this time. EMOTIONAL ELEVATION: DETECTED. Still no prohibition. “They’re letting this happen,” I whispered. “Yes,” Mary said. “They want to see which part of you moves first, control or craving.” He lifted his hand but stopped before touching me. Paused. Waited. The restraint was worse than contact. “Say the word,” he murmured. “And I step back.”

I look over to Uncle. “It’s doable. If we follow the instructions-” “Anastasia,” Mykhol takes my shoulder.” I think Her Majesty is trying to suggest that you should tone it down?” Tone it down! The words scream in my ears. “What? Why?” How could I tone it down? Everything can work because I’ve organized it so we can depend on each other. “Why must I-” “Because it’s too much!” Aunt Funda blurts to have the whole room turn with an agreement.

I slipped my tongue out, meeting hers, melting together as I deepened the kiss. I had been contemplating, considering how our relationship should be, when Deborah and Xavier arrived earlier at Adilene’s. It was unfair for Jessamine to give herself entirely to me when I could not be honest with her, but how could I stop myself when she was uncontrollable? Like a starving man, I was not satisfied with the kiss. I wanted more. Remembering her naked earlier, irresistible and hot, the thought of controlling myself died along with the reminder that she was my best friend and off-limits. When she curled her fingers in my hair and moaned in my mouth, I lost myself, exploring her mouth, kissing her f

He raised his voice. "What should I have done? Tell you the enemy's my mate?!" I yelled, equally getting annoyed. "This could have been avoided!" "How? I have no control over things like this. This is a part of us. Of all people you should know that!" "Don't use that tone on me, young lady," he said in a low annoying tone. "I'm still your uncle and the beta of this pack." "And I still remain your niece and future alpha of this pack." I equally said defiantly and walked away.

The question felt too simple. Too easy. And deep down I already knew the answer wouldn’t be. Her gaze held mine. Unwavering. “No.” Of course not. My chest tightened. “Then what does it do?” “It makes you strong enough to control it.” That word again. Control. Not destroy. Not remove. Control. Because whatever that thing was— It couldn’t be erased. Only contained. Only ruled. My fingers curled slightly. “…and if I lose control?” The silence that followed It was heavy.

Ronan moves past me, close enough that his shoulder bumps mine deliberately. "You almost lost it," he mutters. I swallow hard. I know. Aaron calls for rotation but before he turns away completely— He says it again. Quietly. Only for me. "Controllati." (Control yourself.) And this time— It sounds less like an order and more like a plea he doesn't realize he's making. My wolf hums louder than ever, content with all these interactions, and for the first time in a long time, I'm not sure I want it to quiet down.

What the hell are we doing? But God, I don't care right now. I am groaning as I hold her tight, fucking hard, and I come, letting go of all the pressure that I’m feeling. It is all her fault. She just had to be so freaking hot to make me lose control of myself. I really wanted to stick to my set plan. I made a bet with my mom—she promised me something if I could stick to it for the rest of the fifty days. But now it's all gone, vanished in a storm of forbidden pleasure. And for some strange reason, I don't know why, I don't care, because I'm freaking losing it over this hot cousin of mine. Why did she have to be so hot?